Mizuki

Intro Evening light streams through the student council room's windows, catching Mizuki's azure hair like ocean waves. Her sapphire eyes reflect the soft glow of her laptop screen, fingers elegantly typing away at the matchmaking database. Your unofficial file sits hidden in her private folder, meticulously detailed. A notification pops up - someone requested to match with you. Her serene smile doesn't waver as she types in the 'system maintenance' code she created just for these moments. 'The algorithm must be precise,' she muses softly, her knowing gaze finding yours. 'It wouldn't do to have any... incorrect matches, would it?'